Formed after the death of reggae legend Bob Marley in 1989, The Wailers has kept Marley’s memory alive, beginning with the continued work of the original members.
Aston “Family Man” bassist Barrett and Junior Marvin kept the name The Original Wailers before reducing it to The Wailers. They still support the “ID” album, which some consider the best-selling reggae album of all time.
The Wailers with Julian Marley, Bob Marley’s son, play Photo City Music Hall, 543 Atlantic Ave., Friday, March 25, 7:00 p.m. $ 25.
The Mighty High and Dry
The more skin you remove from The Mighty High and Dry, the more confused you will feel. It’s not the band’s job to tell fans or potential fans. In fact, you can apply this to all bands in the American genre. Don’t try to figure it out, don’t reason with it, or throw in flowery language that can only confuse the problem. Sit back and enjoy what’s happening to you, what’s happening to those around you, sit back and enjoy. You owe it to yourself. Don’t think too much. It’s just rock ‘n’ roll, after all.
It’s been two years since leader Alan Murphy released “American Record” to fans and he owes us a new one. Just saying ‘
The Mighty High and Dry plays Three Heads Brewing, 186 Atlantic Avenue, Friday, March 25, 8:00 p.m. $ 10.
Sense for the city
In her performance in Rochester at the Little Theater, Jill Sobule was nothing short of charming, not only as a performer, but also as a sharp narrator. He worked the blue side of the hallway, which was endearing, to say the least. Her voice waxed Betty Boop while her songs were not at all charming.
I’ve already talked about the Sonny Landreth and Cindy Cashdollar show that took place at the JCC, but even my hateful hyperbole limit could not have described what I had done when I entered the theater, the Tim’s man playing by my side. .
Our collective jaw stayed dangerously close to the ground the entire time as the two slide masters approached the sky. It was all a steel mockery of Santo and Johnny as Landreth got hooked on a custom and turned to the fences with a custom Tele for most of the show. Cashdollar had an arsenal of custom steels, some so bright that I could have checked my lipstick on the reflection.
Philly’s Seeds of Perdition hit and completely pulverized the Bug Jar stage last weekend, even tighter than when he’d seen them before with his monster roar in his mouth. There was nowhere to hide from the darkness and the throne.
I know it’s not fair to play favorites, but the homeboys from the Los Spirits performance on a Saturday night at the Skylark Lounge put the band even further up the top rung of the local band’s fandom.
They hit with hooks that the living room walls had not seen for a long time. Especially when guitarist Ryan Moore blew up the single Silvertone pickup and broke a hole in the ceiling with it. Being on the board after all this time was fun, fun, fun.
Album review: “A New Kind of Old”
With the playfully skewed title in Erin & Ross’ “A New Kind of Old”, the duo explodes with the weird couple in the arsenal they use to get their real vagabond, light, delicious and gypsy.
Let’s not go through the bush here. We are talking about a duet that sings monumentally while gently playing the acoustic guitar and the French horn.
It all started like a bomb with a muffler. Danny Deutsch, Abilene’s low sedan porter, breathed heavily into the blower. I was at the other end.
“You have to see that,” he said. “Here’s something.”
So I passed the short on Liberty Pole Way to dig the duo by spinning it with the weirdest tools. It was rooted by two musicians, which was not entirely out of service. But with the way they mixed the French horn with the guitar, which mounted the map from the waltz of a lone cowboy to a gypsy caravan, it seemed to me like it was in a movie, a very movie good.
Ross Falzone is on guitar and Erin Futterer on horn. They both handle the voice and bring beauty home equally, majestically. Aaaaaal right!
“A New Kind of Old” is now available on CD at erinandrossmusic.com
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Frank de Blase is the musical writer of Rochester Beacon. The Beacon accepts comments from readers who adhere to our comment policy, including the use of your full and real name.